The stillness overtakes me,
Casts pale sheets of light
upon the soulful, trickling want
dripping slowly over weary eyes.
Her soft gaze bears deep pools of gold,
Ringed with rippled watermarks-
veins left from the receding deluge
pin the sky over her face.
A dancer in subtlety, she sweeps, at last,
Bending to touch the cloaked ground,
Clutching its hidden seams,
So slippery, in nimble hands
so wisps of winged shadow fly,
but to come back in morning sky.
How quaint, as old memory recedes,
My friend of unchanging grace;
My love, as firmly rooted as she,
In rare, sweet rediscovery.
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